The moment she entered his view, his eyes were glued to her and her luscious, familiar curves. Again, he hated himself for this weakness, but he needed it more than air at this very moment. He swallowed hard as he appreciated the fullness of her breasts, barely noticing as his drink was delivered. He instinctively pulled out a couple of galleons and handed them to the server before refocusing on her.
"The booths," he said quite simply. The noise and the crowd and the other dancers and annoying brothers would only serve to distract him, when all he wanted was to shut them all away for a while.